(Intro - Vic August)
Top five living like I’m multi million
If I go crazy I’m a crossfire villain
We used to be sweet til my dawg started dealing
Then we all grew up when the cash started hitting
Yeah, fucking off leeches
In Malaysia only time I hit the G6
My circle smaller than it was when it was three kids
I’m too deep in this shit to give free dick

(Hook - Vic August)
I got good at not taking advice
I know none of them know what it’s like
Sick and tired of them feeding me lies
They’re not needed I leave em behind

(Post-Hook - Vic August)
Three six suck a jigga dick or something
I got racks from radio something
Walked out looking all peach or something
Baby got back so I’m back for something

(Verse 1 - Vic August)
Said fuck my image and XXL
Never needed no help did it by myself
I put food on the table with some shit that sells
So really ain’t shit change since it was Christian Bales
I could never be a motherfucker customer
And if I’m wearing Michael Jordan then it’s customed up
And if your bitch land in my lap then I’ma buss a nut
Got a thug passion in me what the fuck is up
Giving em hell cos it’s all I know
Lord knows I handle business in these envelopes
For those who ducked out on me when I was bouta go
You fucked it up I got the game on dominos
Told em vamanos